In the immortal words of Freddie Mercury, Fucking on the subway, fucking on the subway, fucking on the subway on a job.

How it happened, from beginning to end, from the man who started it all.

Ariadne works out something's going on between her two colleagues. She just can't work out what, exactly.

That's when he figures out how to rig the impromptu security feed. If Rod's up to anything, they need to know.

At this moment Mike cannot regret any decision he has ever made because they have all lead him to this: watching Harvey Specter fuck the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in real life.

And to think, the day started out so ordinary.

In which Tony takes Steve to a strip club.

Saito's job referral draws Arthur, Eames, and Ariadne together for an extraction in Finland that proves unexpectedly dangerous and difficult, pushing the three of them past all limits and into a precarious and tender three-cornered relationship. In which Ariadne loses the future she'd planned, Eames loses the past he thought he'd already thrown away, and Arthur loses his distance, secrets are revealed and a dance for two becomes a tango for three.

In which Sirius Black knows more than he ever wanted to.

In Arthur's spare time he shaves himself smooth and dresses up in panties, garters and stockings and does live cam shows. One evening, Eames stumbles on one of his shows and realizes who he's jerking off to.

He’s cybered before, obviously (who hasn’t?), but he’s only been on Chatroulette a few times.

"Winky saw Professor Snape killing Harry Potter and then - hic! - bringing him back to life!"

Spock had not intended to watch them. He had only been at the dock because he had been unable to resist the temptation of seeing the Enterprise again, as illogical as that was.

The medical bay on the Enterprise is, like the rest of the ship, state-of-the-art. Its walls and floor and ceiling are a brilliant, oddly-cool white, and the chrome instrumentation by every bed and lining much of the wall-space gleams beautifully under the overhead fluorescents. The beds are soft and clean enough to keep any waylaid crew member at least comfortable, and the facilities are so well-equipped and up-to-date that any medical professional would likely make several killings just for a chance to touch them, let alone work with them. Ordinarily, Leonard McCoy would be beyond proud (and rather self-satisfied, if he may say so himself) of being able to call this beauty of a clinic his.

The way Neal says it, though, amused and dismissive, is almost insulting. Of course Peter would never do such a thing, Neal's tone implies. Absurd notion.

Eames approaches the bedroom door quietly, fully expecting Arthur to be asleep. But there’s a crack in the door, and the distinct sound of bedcovers rustling, accompanied by low moans.

Arthur won't fuck her inside their dreams. Eames won't touch her outside of them.

"Did you lock—" begins Eames.